Advent 2010

Not a lot of words.
Lots of presence, though.
The best kind of presence, really.
Presence that really are presents.

Much thought.
Much conversation.
Many lunches, many coffees.
But still quiet within.

A holy pause, maybe?
Stillness yet to be found.
Comforted in stories told.
Presence that yields quiet.

Hibernation beckons
Rest in pockets until.
Nothing is rational
But all is still well.



Madeleine L’Engle,  The Irrational Season
This is the irrational season
When love blooms bright and wild.
Had Mary been filled with reason
There’d be no room for the child.